i feel like i am talking to myself. it makes me happy. its like i cant be myself until i am by myself.

i am totally unique.

one of a kind.

i am winded by this battle.

i have no key to your door. ( but i will find it and open your door )
to build a mind bridge towards you.
wishing it will span the angry swirls
of water churning beneath.

-gan see siong.

see even though i cannot construct proper sentences i can create masterpieces of poetry like this.

so you shut up.
one day you will analyse my work and me defined by the grade you get on you analysis of my worded diarrhoea.
YAY.